If Dubai were a Christmas present under a Christmas tree, it would be the one that's not too big, not too small, but modestly tucked towards the back. It is the present that just pops because it's wrapped in solid, metallic gold wrapping, sporting a bronze-coloured ribbon. You might assume it has some luxury chocolate in it or something like that. Dubai isn't necessarily full of chocolate, but it is a luxury gift, encompassing luxury at every single turn. Dubai is the only city I know that doesn't have flabby bits to hide. Even the sandy back-streets of Old Dubai have a characteristic charm that, although centuries away from the Burj Khalifa, tells its own glory story.
I had a brilliant last few days in Kathmandu, and after my ordeal in the mountain village, I felt so accustomed to the culture that I could relate to it a lot better. This set the good mood for my next journey, Kathmandu to Dubai. I knew that if I could rely on my wits in Nepal, I could surely explore Dubai confidently.
The Burj Khalifa. Tallest in the world. I had to wait only 20 minutes to head up it, so I headed back inside and waited to board the elevator up to the observation deck. This elevator was special, it ascended at a body-organ-dunking 10 metres per second. I felt every metre, and every second. It was worth it, and this is why:
I wanted to see the souk markets, which were on the other side of the creek. A small amount of money and a boat sorted that out!
That was the icing on the cake! My flight was in the morning, and I was satisfied I saw everything - or at least the main stuff! There was only one thing I had to do, which was burning on my tired little brain all day, relax in the hotel spa!!!
That was the perfect end to my stay in Dubai. I had an early night - my flight home was at 5am the next day. It had been a marvellous adventure. Perhaps I will go back one day, and experience the luxury with a lot more money, instead of my impoverished student wallet!
I returned home, hungry as ever!